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<blockquote data-quote="Stryde" data-source="post: 3173909" data-attributes="member: 46938"><p>...Days pass. Uneventful, dull and nauseating. Exercise is a difficult chore onboard this crowded, swaying vessel. Yet it is all I can do to keep my mind from the monotony. The Countess spends her waking moments in constant study. She has been kind enough to triangulate our location given the vast charts and maps the ship harbors. I feel my reliance on her a weakness that I mustn’t reveal. I try to study the movements and commands of this crew to better understand the ways of the seas. I am ill too often.</p><p></p><p>Delia D’Marko fares well and is having a grand time spinning tales and receiving gossip which she calls “scuttlebutt”, a pirate’s term I’m sure. Mister Mgee stays quite busy and seems right at home. The others, however, are having just as much difficulty as I am having just keeping their balance. I overheard Delia whispering to a drow that I have not yet obtained my “sea legs”, I have not made a formal request to retrieve these from the ship’s stores of yet, but I am under the impression that this object will be a great aid to thwarting my nausea and correcting my balance.</p><p></p><p>When I finally learn that we are to make port, I am overcome with a terrible bout of sea sickness that rivals Sir Bright’s balance issues. As we pull in and shore up, I am forced to reside onboard and in a bout of fever, I command my retinue to stay aboard as well.</p><p></p><p>Another day passes and I am well enough to go ashore. We are at a human settlement called Mogendrid. I have heard of this place, though have never had any personal dealings here. Not a place of particular interests, however they are noted to craft fine mundane weapons and are a part of the ‘Confederacy’. As I ready my group for travel, I hear rumor of an attack against some of the crew just a day before. Apparently, this port town does not tolerate ‘monsters’. Well enough, I only allowed my betrothed and the knight to follow. Xavier, the Captain, chose from his crew just as discreetly. Thus far, I do approve of the Captain’s decisions, but I am still uncertain how he will take my guiding hand toward command instruction. The metal construct, I believe is named Number Four, followed along with a gnome druid, a golden elf, and several other small folk who’s appearance have fled from my mind. This was to be a day of shopping, much needed for the stores of my new home.</p><p></p><p>At least I felt more at home, let me put very little emphasis on the words <em>more</em> and <em>home</em>, as general purchasing has never been a task I’ve desired to master. We bartered and parlayed with the local flavor of these well-to-do simpletons for two days for all of our general necessities. I made the request for ship’s funds to purchase much ale and wine to raise crew morale and was immediately granted a tidy sum to do so. I know much of keeping an army fit and of good mind, and this is a requirement of any campaigning arrangement. The Captain’s ears are not closed to my words, this is good. The future our fledgling alliance is still uncertain, and a reception to my keen instinct is a step in the right direction.</p><p></p><p>Countess Lola Von Stroker brought us to the winery district to purchase the finest this port had to offer. Word around town directed us to an excellent place, which she absolutely insulted after learning of their recent shortage of their premier beverage. We had to settle for second-best. Fine enough, I had not access to my accounts or pull this far from my home and this would have to do.</p><p></p><p>Having the grunts haul our cargo to the docks, we made ready to return to the ‘Setting Sun’ for nightfall. Lola had not been this talkative since we had attended the Reliqurum ball in the Queen’s Court last Autumn. The others around us, deckhands and such, listened on enamored. At first this was refreshing, but after she settled on the particulars of a certain fellow nobleman making snide comments of my younger sister’s availability, I withdrew from the conversation as quickly as possible, making only slight comment to her narrative. This was not the place to let my emotion take over the tone of banter.</p><p></p><p>As we reached the dock, Sir Bright seemed to falter with his heavy load, looking around for which boat to put it in. I commanded him one with some annoyance. That was when the scent of fresh blood filled my senses. Lola turned to face me with a pale look, just before she was to board the boat tied to the pier. A massive gash bled and pulsed with red entrails as she immediately looked down at her ruined stomach. We were under attack.</p><p></p><p>The ambush was swift and most assuredly would be brutal. The only angle my betrothed could have been attacked was from the small boat the knight was getting ready to load. I bellowed out in rage as I saw the attacker balancing on the vessel behind her. One of Xavier’s men jumped onto the ship and tried to unbalance this rogue, only to fall flat inside the craft himself. The sneaky warrior had a great and bloodied axe in hand, balancing easily in the center of the boat. It must be noted, in my training in my father’s hall of combat, I have excelled in the art of slamming an opponent down to the ground to be finished by my fine blade, no matter the strength or size of said opponent. Drawing my weapon, I attempted this and dove for the rocking boat. </p><p></p><p>Unfortunately, my balance is still not up to sailing standards (I simply MUST purchase some sea legs!) and I stumbled into the base of that accursed boat! This jolting was enough to send the assailant water-ward, knocking him off and unarmed. Well enough, I would deal with him later.</p><p></p><p>As I got up, I noticed the strong scent of foul death, fish and salt as I quickly looked about. At the end of the pier, our would-be assailants writhed in agony as a putrid, greenish brown cloud clogged their eyes and throats with death. A grim look covered the Countess’s face as her outstretched hand completed some sorceral incantation, no doubt the cause of this power. Her stomach looked much better, healed magically somehow by one of our companions. The fishy smell, however, came from right behind her. A humanoid looking like a monster from the deep stood on the narrow pier, a devilish look in its eye as its hand shrouded in blackened energy tugged at my knight’s armor.</p><p></p><p>Sir Bright let out a weak gasp and let out a shaky cry of challenge to the beast. No fear in that one, his sword arm drooped as he moved to strike the vile creature. It’s green form ducked and swerved, easily evading his feeble swings and thrusts. This fish-thing locked eyes with mine and let loose a bolt of blackened evil I would think to be some sort of dread necromancy. I easily side-stepped the blast and began my transformation into killing machine, wolflord. “Stand Aside!” I bellowed to the knight and others in my path to this doomed creature. My voice had already changed drastically from the transformation, taking the others by surprise.</p><p></p><p>The knight, most likely confused from the vile magics done to him, did not obey and so I had no place in melee with our foe. In the span of a moment, Lola disappeared from sight, but not scent, the small druid had changed into some sort of dog and somehow bent the wood of the pier downward where the hideous fish person stood, and the assailant I knocked into the water floundered for the pier’s edge right before my eyes.</p><p></p><p>As the monster from the deep disappeared underwater where it fell, I had but one enemy to deal with, that which was at my feet. With a mighty downward thrust I slammed my bastard sword clean through the pier between the man’s fingers. A narrow miss. I heard him gulp and smelled the fear in his sweat. Yanking my fine blade from the wood planks, I swung sidelong low and lifted the man from the water and through the air clear to the other side of the pier, a mighty wound crossing his armored chest. He gave up immediately after calling for reinforcements that did not answer.</p><p></p><p>It was of the Captain’s better judgment to return our fresh captive with our supplies immediately as we awaited someone with some sort of authority to attend us. He and I decided we would be the only members needing to stay, I sent my love off to be attended medically post-haste. A human man claiming to be the harbormaster arrived with a small group of armed guard warily approached us. Some minor squabbling on his part nearly cost him his life as he exerted his ego over the situation. I could smell the fear in him, however, and did not oblige his death wish.</p><p></p><p>He gave us information of the involvement of a Temple to Hell in this assault. My instincts spoke to me that we must overtake this unwanted shrine and find the culprit, punish them, and take anything that may assist our difficult mission. Relaying this to the harbormaster provided us some reprise and recompense in the form of aid should we follow through with my idea.</p><p></p><p>Xavier suggested information gathering first, a worthy note, one that any warring party must undertake to succeed. I volunteered my services to assist him as the Countess Mage looked in her historical and magical tomes for the nature of our new adversaries. After some deliberation, it was decided that the crew of this ship was not organized and experienced enough for this undertaking. Apparently, the majority of the crew have been suffering from boredom and being antsy since anchoring in port. Ah, to be human among humans, I laughed inside.</p><p></p><p>The Captain assured me that our captive was properly tortured as we prepared for departure. I explained to him that should I see the face of this unfortunate human again, he would be quite dead in that instant. We left this strange city behind to follow our query, only to note it’s location on our charts for further consideration...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Stryde, post: 3173909, member: 46938"] ...Days pass. Uneventful, dull and nauseating. Exercise is a difficult chore onboard this crowded, swaying vessel. Yet it is all I can do to keep my mind from the monotony. The Countess spends her waking moments in constant study. She has been kind enough to triangulate our location given the vast charts and maps the ship harbors. I feel my reliance on her a weakness that I mustn’t reveal. I try to study the movements and commands of this crew to better understand the ways of the seas. I am ill too often. Delia D’Marko fares well and is having a grand time spinning tales and receiving gossip which she calls “scuttlebutt”, a pirate’s term I’m sure. Mister Mgee stays quite busy and seems right at home. The others, however, are having just as much difficulty as I am having just keeping their balance. I overheard Delia whispering to a drow that I have not yet obtained my “sea legs”, I have not made a formal request to retrieve these from the ship’s stores of yet, but I am under the impression that this object will be a great aid to thwarting my nausea and correcting my balance. When I finally learn that we are to make port, I am overcome with a terrible bout of sea sickness that rivals Sir Bright’s balance issues. As we pull in and shore up, I am forced to reside onboard and in a bout of fever, I command my retinue to stay aboard as well. Another day passes and I am well enough to go ashore. We are at a human settlement called Mogendrid. I have heard of this place, though have never had any personal dealings here. Not a place of particular interests, however they are noted to craft fine mundane weapons and are a part of the ‘Confederacy’. As I ready my group for travel, I hear rumor of an attack against some of the crew just a day before. Apparently, this port town does not tolerate ‘monsters’. Well enough, I only allowed my betrothed and the knight to follow. Xavier, the Captain, chose from his crew just as discreetly. Thus far, I do approve of the Captain’s decisions, but I am still uncertain how he will take my guiding hand toward command instruction. The metal construct, I believe is named Number Four, followed along with a gnome druid, a golden elf, and several other small folk who’s appearance have fled from my mind. This was to be a day of shopping, much needed for the stores of my new home. At least I felt more at home, let me put very little emphasis on the words [I]more[/I] and [I]home[/I], as general purchasing has never been a task I’ve desired to master. We bartered and parlayed with the local flavor of these well-to-do simpletons for two days for all of our general necessities. I made the request for ship’s funds to purchase much ale and wine to raise crew morale and was immediately granted a tidy sum to do so. I know much of keeping an army fit and of good mind, and this is a requirement of any campaigning arrangement. The Captain’s ears are not closed to my words, this is good. The future our fledgling alliance is still uncertain, and a reception to my keen instinct is a step in the right direction. Countess Lola Von Stroker brought us to the winery district to purchase the finest this port had to offer. Word around town directed us to an excellent place, which she absolutely insulted after learning of their recent shortage of their premier beverage. We had to settle for second-best. Fine enough, I had not access to my accounts or pull this far from my home and this would have to do. Having the grunts haul our cargo to the docks, we made ready to return to the ‘Setting Sun’ for nightfall. Lola had not been this talkative since we had attended the Reliqurum ball in the Queen’s Court last Autumn. The others around us, deckhands and such, listened on enamored. At first this was refreshing, but after she settled on the particulars of a certain fellow nobleman making snide comments of my younger sister’s availability, I withdrew from the conversation as quickly as possible, making only slight comment to her narrative. This was not the place to let my emotion take over the tone of banter. As we reached the dock, Sir Bright seemed to falter with his heavy load, looking around for which boat to put it in. I commanded him one with some annoyance. That was when the scent of fresh blood filled my senses. Lola turned to face me with a pale look, just before she was to board the boat tied to the pier. A massive gash bled and pulsed with red entrails as she immediately looked down at her ruined stomach. We were under attack. The ambush was swift and most assuredly would be brutal. The only angle my betrothed could have been attacked was from the small boat the knight was getting ready to load. I bellowed out in rage as I saw the attacker balancing on the vessel behind her. One of Xavier’s men jumped onto the ship and tried to unbalance this rogue, only to fall flat inside the craft himself. The sneaky warrior had a great and bloodied axe in hand, balancing easily in the center of the boat. It must be noted, in my training in my father’s hall of combat, I have excelled in the art of slamming an opponent down to the ground to be finished by my fine blade, no matter the strength or size of said opponent. Drawing my weapon, I attempted this and dove for the rocking boat. Unfortunately, my balance is still not up to sailing standards (I simply MUST purchase some sea legs!) and I stumbled into the base of that accursed boat! This jolting was enough to send the assailant water-ward, knocking him off and unarmed. Well enough, I would deal with him later. As I got up, I noticed the strong scent of foul death, fish and salt as I quickly looked about. At the end of the pier, our would-be assailants writhed in agony as a putrid, greenish brown cloud clogged their eyes and throats with death. A grim look covered the Countess’s face as her outstretched hand completed some sorceral incantation, no doubt the cause of this power. Her stomach looked much better, healed magically somehow by one of our companions. The fishy smell, however, came from right behind her. A humanoid looking like a monster from the deep stood on the narrow pier, a devilish look in its eye as its hand shrouded in blackened energy tugged at my knight’s armor. Sir Bright let out a weak gasp and let out a shaky cry of challenge to the beast. No fear in that one, his sword arm drooped as he moved to strike the vile creature. It’s green form ducked and swerved, easily evading his feeble swings and thrusts. This fish-thing locked eyes with mine and let loose a bolt of blackened evil I would think to be some sort of dread necromancy. I easily side-stepped the blast and began my transformation into killing machine, wolflord. “Stand Aside!” I bellowed to the knight and others in my path to this doomed creature. My voice had already changed drastically from the transformation, taking the others by surprise. The knight, most likely confused from the vile magics done to him, did not obey and so I had no place in melee with our foe. In the span of a moment, Lola disappeared from sight, but not scent, the small druid had changed into some sort of dog and somehow bent the wood of the pier downward where the hideous fish person stood, and the assailant I knocked into the water floundered for the pier’s edge right before my eyes. As the monster from the deep disappeared underwater where it fell, I had but one enemy to deal with, that which was at my feet. With a mighty downward thrust I slammed my bastard sword clean through the pier between the man’s fingers. A narrow miss. I heard him gulp and smelled the fear in his sweat. Yanking my fine blade from the wood planks, I swung sidelong low and lifted the man from the water and through the air clear to the other side of the pier, a mighty wound crossing his armored chest. He gave up immediately after calling for reinforcements that did not answer. It was of the Captain’s better judgment to return our fresh captive with our supplies immediately as we awaited someone with some sort of authority to attend us. He and I decided we would be the only members needing to stay, I sent my love off to be attended medically post-haste. A human man claiming to be the harbormaster arrived with a small group of armed guard warily approached us. Some minor squabbling on his part nearly cost him his life as he exerted his ego over the situation. I could smell the fear in him, however, and did not oblige his death wish. He gave us information of the involvement of a Temple to Hell in this assault. My instincts spoke to me that we must overtake this unwanted shrine and find the culprit, punish them, and take anything that may assist our difficult mission. Relaying this to the harbormaster provided us some reprise and recompense in the form of aid should we follow through with my idea. Xavier suggested information gathering first, a worthy note, one that any warring party must undertake to succeed. I volunteered my services to assist him as the Countess Mage looked in her historical and magical tomes for the nature of our new adversaries. After some deliberation, it was decided that the crew of this ship was not organized and experienced enough for this undertaking. Apparently, the majority of the crew have been suffering from boredom and being antsy since anchoring in port. Ah, to be human among humans, I laughed inside. The Captain assured me that our captive was properly tortured as we prepared for departure. I explained to him that should I see the face of this unfortunate human again, he would be quite dead in that instant. We left this strange city behind to follow our query, only to note it’s location on our charts for further consideration... [/QUOTE]
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